Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

August 20, 1998

~J. Cole's P.O.V~

"Oh yeah, to my college girl, take the weekend off and come home soon
I graduated way too long ago to be sneakin' all in your dorm room
But that thing tight like Fort Knox
So I call you when the tour stops
But baby where your roommates, did you make sure the door's locked?
She love it when we get together
Smoke a little weed but her shit together
Now that I'm on, I can pick and choose
Only fuck with hoes who got shit to lose
Yeah, I heard the stories about different dudes
Her man on campus but it's fine by me
She say she only fucked like 4-5 niggas
So you know you gotta multiply by 3."  I finished my rap.

"Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, ey
But you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey
But you're perfect for me...
We rollin', we ridin'

He like to go inside and
I love to go all night and
We rock the boat, Poseidon
I love to call your name, name, name
Baby I love to call your name, name, name, yeah!" Missy sang into the microphone then we pressed the stop button.

"That was good!" Courtney said through the speaker and clapped.

"Hell, yeah it was!" I dapped Missy up then we exited the booth. "That shit was dope. You should sing more."

"I never stopped singin', I just rap too." Missy said as I opened the door for her to leave.

PERSONALLY, I don't think she can rap, but she can ride the beat. Her raps are mostly nonsense that rhyme. BUT she can blow. I'm not hating because, HEY it's bringing the money in.

"Why don't you get in the booth?" I asked Courtney. "You can't sing, but you can SANG!"

"Can she?" Missy asked me taking a seat.

"She can." I answered quickly with a nod. "She be freestylin' her lyrics and shit be soundin' good." I turned back to Courtney. "It's just for fun. We ain't gon' judge you. EVERYBODY loves your singing. Come on, Courtney!" I patted her shoulder.

"Alright! Relax!" She stood up. "I'll go."

I walked to the booth door. "Gon' 'head."

She went in while I sat in front of the control. The mixer/engineer, Junny spoke to her through the speaker. "Whenever you ready."

She grabbed the headphones then dropped them. "Courtney..." I said into the intercom. "Be careful."

"And calm! She 'bouta break some shit." Junny frowned.

"Aye, you calm down. Shit still work." I told him. "Drop the beat." I said once I got clarity from Courtney.

She bobbed her head for a while to get a feel of it. "I need to get a feel for it first to find my tempo. Bear with me." Courtney said into the mic.

Junny looked at me then pressed the button to the speaker. "All the way through?" He asked Courtney.

"If it constantly changing then yes if not then say so." She told him. "Don't be rude about it, John."

Junny chuckled. "A'ight, itty bit. It's two constant switches throughout the whole beat."

"What you just call her?" I sat up.

"Itty bit." Missy, Junny, and Courtney said together.

We played it until she got the hang of it. "Okay, now replay." Courtney told us.

He reminded the beat and what came out?

"Cocoa pu-uffs fallin' in my bed! Woah-ew-woah That's the stuh-uff that take me there!" Courtney sang soulfully through the mic and the look on Missy's face said it all.

"I thought she was gon' have like a Beyoncé thang goin' on. She sound soulful as fuck. Kinda like Badu, but she switch it up. I like that!" Missy nodded as after Courtney repeated the lyrics. She's now on

"I told you she got talent. She don't wanna do this whole industry thing though." I replied to Missy, nodding my head to the music.

"She can ride the beat good too." John added. "I knew itty bit could sing, but damn!" Junny said shocked.

"Where the hell you get that nickname came from?" I asked Junny.

"Her frame but with a voice like that, she need another name because that voice is big!" Junny said nodding his head to the music that Courtney is creating.

"Stay like legend, fly like Heaven, we can go for hours too
Thick like big boy, wild like Andre, saint like Noah
Bye, bye cool
Deep like Teddy, hot like Marvin, hit like Barry
Oh so smooth
Phones are ringing
Bells are singing
We don't here them, la la la la
Noises popping
Neighbors knocking
We don't here them, la la la la."

"She makin' magic in there. If I had a voice like that, I'd be bigger than I am." Missy laughed.

"Alright, I'm done," Courtney said after singing one verse.

"That's all you got?" I said into the speaker.

"Yeah." She hung the headphones back up then walked out. "I'm not recording a song. I don't wanna be in the limelight. It's too much and my skin ain't too thick." Courtney laughed. "It's just playing."

"A whole song about cereal?" I chuckled.

"You wasn't listening because that wasn't about no got damned cereal." Courtney chuckled.

"What is it then?" I perked up.

"Cocoa puffs is... Aht, I'm not gonna tell you!" Courtney sat down. "It's a woman's thing. It could either replace you or make you feel... Better experiences in life..."

"I don't get it..." I trailed off.

"OH!" Missy said in a tone that lets me know she caught on.

"What it mean?" Junny turned to her. "You seem to have caught on.

"Like itty bitty said, it's a girl thing. For us to know only." Missy laughed.

"Alright, Jermaine! It's a bowl of cereal with milk." Courtney sighed.

"For real?" I asked.

"HELL NO!" She busted out laughing.

I say there with my normal expression. "I'm laughing so hard at your joke right now."

"That's because you ass don't get it, nigga!" Missy laughed.

"Alright, let's clean up and get outta here." I said standing up.

We cleaned up then left. "Alright, imma catch you latah, Missy!" I dapped her up.

Missy is cool as hell! She kind of acts like one of the boys but still with female genitalia. If all the rumors about my boy are true then he messed up because all of them are from his old label talented as fuck. I'll never know because I never asked either of them, I guess it's just going to be something I'll never know. As long as he ain't like that now and that I know for a fact.  I'm cool with being around him. DeVanté just is chilling and working.

"So what you about to do?" I said after a while of driving.

"Go home and get ready," Courtney replied.

"For bed, right?"

"Probably after the fact." She laughed.

"As in?"

"I'm goin' on a date." She told me.

I turned to her. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah." She nodded awkwardly.

"Okay," I turned on the next street.

"What are you doin'?" She scoffed. "Take me home."

"Don't you wanna go on a date?" I asked her.

"Yeah! But I'm going with someone else. Turn the car around, Jermaine!" She yelled out.

"I just did, Courtney," I said smartly.

"This is kidnapping! Someone is expecting me in an hour and a half, Jermaine..." She frowned. "Why are you doing this?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Isn't that obvious? Make it obvious for me, Jermaine. Don't just assume! If you don't turn this got damned car around..." She gritted her teeth as she spoke.

"So you wanna go on a date but just not with me?" I questioned.

"I didn't say that. You said you'd take me on a date AFTER the fact of telling you I'm going with someone else. That's not right and you know it." She pointed at me.

I turned the car around with a sigh. "A'ight."

"Okay. I don't try to make plans with you when I KNOW you have other plans. That shit ain't fair." She rolled her eyes and sat back in her seat.

"Cool," I replied uncaringly.

Courtney just doesn't get it, does she? It's like, how transparent can I be? Actions speak louder than words but she ain't too bright with catching onto them. Shit doesn't make sense.

"Whatever. Don't got time for your fucking games." She crossed her arms then turned to the window.

I shook my head at her then put all my focus on the road ahead of me. Courtney is cool as shit. Okay, maybe not the best simile, but you know what I'm trying to say. I know we agreed to sex but I kind of want to TRY something more with her. Yeah, I fuck a bunch of hoes but Courtney ain't one of them. She keeps it classy.

September 7, 1998

~Yasir's P.O.V~

"The kids are asleep now, and I need to talk to you." I sat down on the stool in the kitchen as she dried the dishes.

"Speak," Ashari replied.

"We have been fighting for almost a year now. We been forcin' it to work-"

Ashari paused her actions to speak. "Mostly you did all the fighting that you started in the first place. Go on." Ashari then continued drying the dishes.

"All in all, I'm done with this relationship," I told Ashari straight up. "I been tryna hold on for a while now but I'm through."

"I'm glad you said it because I'm over it too. I been tryin' for the kids, but it just ain't working out." She shrugged.

"Wait- wait a minute, you was planning on leaving me?" I frowned, feeling offended.

"Yes, is that a problem? You wanna leave me but because I'm not begging or crying for you to stay, you're upset? You sound dumb as fuck." Ashari scoffed.

"I do? How I sound dumb? I feel like I been doin' good for this family. I take care of my kids and I bring money home to keep us with things we need daily." I told her.

"Wow, okay... Do I not do the same? I bring in money and take care of the kids."

"You do but people don't expect me to do that. I'm a black man in-"

"Save your shit. You can go. Bye, nigga." She chuckled. "Talkin' 'bout you a black man in America and nobody expects you to do so. You sound dumb. Yeah, I knew what the fuck you was about to say. You can go on with whoever you been seeing behind my back."

"They don't, but I do. So, you knew?" I asked her.

"A woman always knows. Maybe not right away but we FEEL that shit. When I felt it, I should've left yo ass then and there. Gave me hella red flags in the beginning. Talking about marriage is a big responsibility as if kids ain't. Kids are even a bigger responsibility. We talking about other lives at stake and on the middle of this bullshit thing WE called a relationship.-

"You-

"No, nigga! Let me finish sayin' what the fuck I'm tryna say!" She pointed at me. "All the gaslighting and shit you did with your sister, you ended up doing the same with me. I was on your side at first, but unfortunately, I saw through yo bullshit far too late. I was already in too deep. You just blame everyone for the shit you cause and want sympathy. When you don't get it then you pissed at everybody around you. Talking about some, "Aww, I need a good woman." Then when one- ME when I come you screw me the fuck over. It's even worse since we got kids- TWO kids. You can get yo shit and go!" She threw the towel at my face.

I stood up. "You ain't gon' keep disrespectin' me in my own damn house, now!" I yelled at her, walking closer. "I don't know what the fuck yo problem is but you getting outta hand with throwin' shit all in my fuckin' face like I'm garbage or some shit!" I threw the towel in her face even harder. "Fuck is wrong wit' you? So you was gon' leave me?" I gritted.

"Nigga, did you just HEAR me!? YES!" She screamed.

"You wake my kids up and it's gonna be a problem," I warned her.

"It already IS a fuckin' problem." Ashari gritted her teeth. "Touch me and I got somethin' for that ass! I fuckin' DARE you." Her tone lowered. "It ain't like they ain't heard us before. Take yo shit and leave my fuckin' house." Her neck rolled as she spoke.

I grabbed her neck and squeezed tightly for a few seconds then let go. "I can't wit' this fuckin' girl, man," I mumbled to myself with my eyes squeezed tight as she started a coughing fit trying to catch her breath. "You tryna turn me into somebody I'm not. You know I ain't EVER put my fuckin' hands on you." I told her in a harsh voice.

"You- you just did." She choked out.

"I choked you, yes. A couple of times, but never did I put my hands on you, so don't do that shit. Tryna make me sound like some type of monster or abuser." I pointed in her face.

"Emotional abuse: CHECK! Mental abuse: CHECK! VERBAL abuse: CHECK!Physical abuse- which includes choking: CHECKMATE mothafucka!" She slashed me with a knife across my arm. "That's gon' be the LAST mothafuckin' time you do that shit to me!"

I held my bleeding arm. "DID YOU JUST FUCKIN' CUT ME!?" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"No, I never touched you. The knife did though. I'm so tired of yo bullshit! I AM mentally THROUGH!" Ashari sang the last part angrily swinging the large kitchen knife around.

"You CRAZY ASS BITCH!" I yelled at her and grabbed the kitchen towel to cover my cut.

"You made me this fucking way with all the shit you put me through. I'm gon' show yo ass crazy!"

"Mama? Daddy?" Masir called out with tears in his eyes and Ashari dropped the knife on the counter.

"Hi, baby. You supposed to be sleep." Ashari quickly went to him and bent down.

"Daddy?" Masir called out to me, as I walked around them.

"It's okay, baby." Ashari said trying to make him feel better.

I headed to the door, grabbed my keys, and left. I don't want this to escalate more than it already has. I don't need my kids hearing this bullshit. No, I'm not walking out on my kids. I WILL ALWAYS be there for them, but I did walk out on Ashari. I can't deal with her any longer.

Everything she does just irks me to no end and has been for the past year. I went to Lila's house and got out of the car. I slammed the door shut, she literally doesn't live far from my house. I knocked on the door waiting for an answer. Lila opened up the door.

"Yasir?" She asked confused.

"It's me, baby." I nodded proudly.

"Umm..." She came outside with a robe on. "What are you doin' back here?" She frowned.

"Why we out here and not in there? Who car is that parked in the driveway blocking me from parking in the driveway? I had to park on the curve." I chuckled.

"I- I-" She opened the door to and walked in and let me in too. "Take a seat on the couch."

I sat down, turned my body and kicked my feet up, lying on the couch. "It's late and I'm tired. Why can't we go upstairs? And I got somethin' to tell you."

"Because you can't." She sternly spoke. "What is it? You don't got nothin', do you?" She frowned.

I looked at her like she was dumb. "Hell, no." I chuckled because maybe she's joking. I took a deep breath before speaking again. "I finally did what we both been waiting on."

"What's that?" Lila questioned.

"I broke things off with Ashari, duhhhh." I sat back laughing. "The bitch cut me so that's why my shirt slashed."

"Oh?" She questioned.

"Why you sound like that?" I looked over at her.

"Because I gave it some thought."

"And?" I opened one eye because I closed one. I'm really tired and it's late as fuck.

"I gave it some thought and thought about it. Yasir, I don't wanna be with you. I don't want you to treat me the way you treated her. I was wrong being the other woman and I don't want you to leave me with children and call me all kinds of names the way you're doing here. I refuse to be in her position. You understand, right?" Lila asked me.

I sat back up and looked at her like she was crazy. "I left my baby mother for you. We been seeing each other for more than a year now. Why are you just telling me this? You could've been told me this and maybe I would've worked it out with her."

"See? You playin' a game of tit for tat. I have changed in the time span that we have been together or whatever you wanna call it. I grew up once I aborted the baby and here you are still the same. I no longer want you. Yes, the sex was good, BUT EVERYTHING else was literally tiresome. I'm sorry, but that's the way I feel." Lila told me.

"Back the hell up! You aborted WHO'S baby? Not mine!" I screamed out angrily.

"Yours some months back. I didn't want any ties with you when I got the courage to tell you all of this. You have toxic behavior and I don't need ANY child of mines being in that environment. You already have kids in a toxic environment. Mines won't be whenever and whoever I decide to have them with. I hope you can understand where I'm coming from." She explained to me, but I'm not hearing it.

I sat with my hands folded and against my mouth. "You aborted MY baby!?" I asked again. "What the fuck is wrong with you!? Why would you do some stupid shit like that!?" I stood up. "After all the shit I did for yo ass!? I brought you shit you can't even pronounce! I gave you my love and you sitting here tellin' me you don't wanna be with me AND you got rid of MY child!?" I banged on my chest as I spoke. "I can't believe this shit!" I pressed my finger in her forehead then sat down.

"Get out," Lila spoke.

"What?"

"Get out!" She raised her voice.

"Oh, so YOU want ME to get OUT!?" I tilted my head, pointing to myself.

"GET OUT OR I'M CALLING THE POLICE!" Lila screamed and I heard footsteps. I turned my head to see a dude coming down the stairs.

"Who the fuck is this nigga?" The guy asked.

"No, who the fuck are YOU?" I stood up.

"I'm Damon, nigga. Who you and why the fuck you at my girl house!?" The guy said stepping up to me.

I pushed him back. "You better back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up!" I yelled at him.

The guy caught his fall with his foot and walked to me and punched me in my jaw which sent me back. I stood back up, enraged. I ran up to the dude and tackled him. We both fell on the floor. We both threw punches while tumbling all over the floor. The guy got me in a headlock that I broke out of.

"Stop!" Lila yelled.

I finally was able to get up and started beating on the dude continuously. I blacked out and kept hitting the guy. This bitch aborted my fucking baby! I left my girl for somebody who don't want me. My fucking family for this bitch! Just for her to have a whole other nigga in her house! The same house that I have been in on plenty of occasions!

I don't know how much time passed by the time I was pulled off the guy by manly hands.I snapped back in reality and looked around me to see some of the neighbors all around us. I looked down to see the guy all bloody and not moving.

"I called the police!" Lila yelled at me.

I ran out of the house and jumped back into my truck and drove back home. I attempted to open the door with my key. It turned but when I tried to push it open, it wouldn't budge. What did I do? I banged on the door.

"Ashari open the door!" I yelled out.

"The fuck you want?" I heard on the other side of the door.

"I want my family back!" I told her.

"Nigga, what?" She laughed amused by my words.

"I love you and I want my family back! Come on! Open the door!" I yelled out.

"The kids just went back to sleep. Get away from the door. What happened to that girl? Huh?" She asked laughing.

"Baby, come on! The police are probably are looking for me as we speak. Baby, please!" I yelled out. "I'm sorry!"

"Damn! Look who crying back to come back with a bitch they said they was tired of. Not even- What? Two hours ago you was here talkin' about you ain't love me no more all the other bullshit just to backtrack not even two hours later. You sorry son of a bitch. I hope the police find yo ass!" She said laughing.

I turned around and slid down the door. I saw lights that weren't even one before at some of my neighbor's houses. I got up and got back in my car. I'm GOING to jail. I killed that nigga. I KNOW he's dead! I started up my car and quickly pulled out of the driveway. Where will I go? They will surely have my name through the system by now so a hotel is out of the question. Tia's not in town and my parents don't have a house.

My parents! I headed to Tia's house but this time I followed all safety guidelines. I don't want the police to have any reason to pull me over, even though they may have my license. It going to take me a long ass time to even make it there. The car is silent but my mind is racing.

I'm scared and I just left my girl for a woman who didn't want me. A woman who aborted my child. I dug myself into a deep ditch in the span of two hours. It got deeper and deeper as the minutes passed by. I'm fucked! I pulled up to the front gates to see the guards.

"You know your sister is gone, right?" Sniper asked me.

"Yeah, but I'm here to see my parents," I replied seemingly calm.

"Hello, your son is here seemingly distressed and jacked up. Let him in?" Magnum asked over the phone. I heard yelling on the other end. "Okay, I have to make sure Tia is okay with it sir and ma'am. I'm not trying to get fired." Magnum hung up the phone then called Tia. "Hey, umm... Tia your brother is here looking all messed up. He said he's here to see your parents and- okay. Got it." He hung up the phone. "Let him through."

The gates opened and I drove through. The fuck? If they see I'm fucked up while won't they just let me the fuck through! I'm her sister for God's sake! Taking their jobs a little TOO seriously. Fuck kinda shit they on? I saw my parents park the gold cart. I parked my truck, got out of the car, and headed to my trunk for some clothes I had in the back. I always keep a few things in my car.

"What's goin' on?" Daryl asked walking up to me.

"What's wrong with my child?" My mother asked me with a voice full of concern.

"You killed somebody?" Daryl asked me.

"I will explain everything in the morning. Can I sleep over here? Ashari is mad at me right now." I said ignoring his question.

"The kids and Ashari okay?" My mother asked.

"They are fine, mama. I just need rest and tell y'all in the morning." I told them both.

"Your shirt is slashed and there's dry blood on your hands and arm. I want answers." My mother demanded.

"He not gon' tell you. As long as we not hidin' a fugitive we good." Daryl said driving us to the guest house. When he parked we went inside and my mother continuously asked me questions. "Bird, just let him be. Just let him explain everything to us in the morning. It looks like his blood." Thank you! "Imma leave the First Aid Kit on the bed."

I sighed with a nod and went up the stairs to a spare room. I showered and got dressed. I cleaned my arm and face with some peroxide. Whoever that guy was got a few licks on me that I didn't feel until I got in my truck and was on my way here. I fell asleep quickly with a lot on my mental. I was awakened in the morning by a lot of commotion. I got out the bed and went downstairs to see the police here. Oh, fuck!

"Yasir Andrews?" An officer asked.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and answered just above a whisper. "Yes?"

"We have a warrant out for your arrest for assault and battery. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney and if you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed for you. If you waive these rights and talk to us, anything you say may be used against you in court." The officer recited while handcuffing me.

"He's not dead?" I asked aloud on accident.

"Yasir!" Daryl yelled at me. "Shut the fuck up, nigga! He said you have the right to REMAIN silent which translates to shut the fuck up!" Daryl yelled at me. "ANYTHING you say can be used against you, NIGGA!"

"My baby." My mama cried out.

"Bird, that's the problem. You keep treating him like a baby when his dick get harder than mine and you keep callin' him a baby. That nigga ain't no baby. He is in his thirties and in some grown man trouble that you may or may not be able to help him with." Daryl told my mama. "We gon' be up there though." He yelled out the door as I was put into the car.

The drive to the police station was a long one. Once we made it to the police station I was searched, had my mugshot and fingerprints taken, and thrown in a jail cell with a few others. I stood in the corner nearby the cell door. Is that nigga dead? Is he dead? What is going on? God, I ain't ever been in a jail cell before. Am I a murderer? Is he my only charge? Am I in here for laying hands on Lila and/ or Ashari? How did they find me? The cops had to come by the house and Ashari gave the address.

"Didn't I see you before, man? What you in here for?" Some dude asked me.

"No, what you in here for?" I flipped the script.

"Murders."

"Come again, say what?" I asked. Did he say murders!?

"Murders, but I swear I ain't do it, man. They may get the evidence and witnesses but I ain't did that shit. People just tryna pin shit on me. I care how many people said they saw me follow some of these people or with a gun. Look, man. I DID have a gun and I just happened to be goin' to the same place as a few of them. I SWEAR though, I ain't did it. Aye, man... You a spy? You workin' with the government? They sent you in here for information, didn't they?" The dude frowned at me. "Yo, them mothafuckin' pigs that I ain't killed nobody!" He screamed. "They put a fuckin' chip in my head to control me!"

Aye, this nigga is crazy as fuck! "Nahh, man! He on our side." Another dude came up to us. "They fuckin' with him too! He got the chip too. They are in here tryna make us turn on each other."

"Oh, a'ight!" The first dude backed up. Oh, yeah! He did it!

"Look, man. This nigga crazy as fuck. Don't say shit unless you agree with him." The second dude whispered to me. "What you in here for?"

"Battery and assault supposedly," I replied. "You?"

"Busted license. Caught me riding dirty. Why the fuck they got us all mixed in here?" He asked me.

"The fuck if I know. Who you?" I nodded at him.

"I'm Kendrick, man. You?"

"Yasir." I shook his waiting hand.

"My spidey senses are  tingling and they tellin' me that y'all got antennas in y'all head, reading my thoughts to tell the government my secret plans." He said sitting there like he was Spiderman or some shit.

"Nahh, man. We tryna figure out why they put us all in here." I told him.

"To make one of y'all spy on me or tryna incriminate us all. Look, we gotta come up with a plan to beat the system." The dude told us.

"This nigga crazy as fuck! Why they put me in here with this busted brain ass nigga!" The third side who's been quiet all this time spoke up. "All day he been talkin' 'bout the government. Man, let me out!" He read my mind, but crazy people are something else.

"Hu-yah!" The crazy one did a karate move near the third dude. "You gotta open the fourth eye. They tell you about the third one but nobody ever speaks on the forth eye! They want you to think I'm crazy, brotha! I'm just like the rest of y'all, but my fourth eye is opened." He pointed his head. "They don't want y'all to find out that y'all secret agents for black Jesus. Shhhh." He put his finger on his lips. "Black Jesus is said that we gotta stick together. You heard him. Hol' on! He's speakin' again! Somebody give me a pen and paper! Quick!"

"Sit yo goofy-ass down. You know we can't have none of that in here!" The third dude replied. "It's a weapon."

"He said there's a key hiding on me." The dude turned around with his back to us. From the looks of it, it looks like he's digging in his pants. "Got it!" He jumped around to face us, holding up something.

"How this nigga get a key?" Kendrick mumbled. "Did he just pull it from his nuts?"

"It ain't a key. It is something metal though." I mumbled.

"Black Jesus ALWAYS has a solution!" The crazy one came towards me. "He told me that it's your job to let us out." He held the key out to me.

"No thank you. You just pulled it from your pants." I frowned AND I ain't trying to get in more trouble than I am.

"I'll do it then, chosen one." He reached his hand around to the lock.

"It's not gon' work." Kendrick shook his head.

We heard a small click. "Ahhh... Black Jesus is right. Looks like he needs to pick another chosen one." He opened the cell door slowly.

The third dude looked at us. "Y'all comin'?"

"Ye-yeah, I'm right behind y'all," I replied. These niggas are dumb as fuck because it's another door and security down the hall.

"Crazy as fuck. That other nigga dumb. I'm only in here for an expired license. Why would I dig myself in a deeper ditch?" Kendrick chuckled.

I wish someone was there to tell me about digging a deeper ditch for myself. The alarms went off.

"Oh, shit," Kendrick mumbled.

I walked further into the cell because I don't want any trouble. Police came into our cell and snatched us up. "You didn't search them right!" One of the officers yelled and I was hemmed up on the wall with cuffs as they checked me.

"The nigga that y'all didn't check right is the one in the front!" Kendrick told them with his face smudged to the wall.

"I knew he worked with the government!" The crazy dude yelled out. I'm pretty sure he's referring to Kendrick.

What the hell did I get myself into?

Authors Note: Chile... Yasir done got himself in a whole heap of trouble! Hope this is a lesson learned for him. He is TOO old to be acting like this.

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